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But I won't
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There are those small moments, we look at each other, sometimes you bite your lip..Sometimes I share one of those rare smiles that make you look down ..
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Your pants are on fire
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Judge of public opinion,jury of peers, my honors, my people, and all in humble respect.My fellow human beings, new soul and old.Let me present the acc..
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Slavish devotions to generations before me do I plea a humble service with a smile, laugh and glee to my aged lodgers.How your smiles and laughs bring..
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Let me set the scene, now you must close your eyes and think.In one hand you have love, deep, beautiful, true, with out thought, or judgment.It is tha..
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As the clock chimes to an hour after midnight the laughter is as loud as a Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York.The laughter is halted by blissful, spe..
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What is more wicked. the wants of fleshor the wants of fantasy?What is the the breaking point that makes your body scream?And what is the need if the ..
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On this last night of the day of the dead
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lonely b*****d
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